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Originally Posted by leejosepho
Once while sitting and waiting at a train crossing, I saw something about wearing rubber shoes printed on the side of a boxcar and reached for my voice recorded while coming up with a routine and thinking I might later invite George Carlin as my opening act. On another day years later, I felt certain life would be great if I could just learn to party like the stars of "Animal House"...and then one of them died from something like that. Bottom line? It all seemed so great while it all still seemed great...
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This is getting diverted from drunkeness.. But I love to hear experiences like this. This just made me remember why I got fired from this great research assistant position. For one.. I got in trouble at the field station I was staying at because of a party I had and the mess I left in my room... but I also started coming up with a 'better idea' of how to do something that my boss (a tiny Venezuelan woman with a very fiery tempermant) came up with. I won't get into particulars but it involved mollusks, surface area and .. jello. That was the last straw. In retrospect I still think that idea may have worked.